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Chapter 153 : The Hidden Phone

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last update 公開日: 2026-08-27 21:57:01

Dominic Sterling sat beside his son’s crib.

Ethan was asleep.

The one-month-old baby lay beneath a soft blue blanket, his tiny fingers curled near his cheek. His breathing was slow and even.

Dominic watched him.

For the first time since yesterday, the house was completely still.

No ringing phones.

No police officers.

No questions.

Just the quiet sound of his son’s breathing.

Dominic reached into the crib and carefully adjusted the blanket.

Ethan stirred.

Dominic’s hand f
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Her kidnapper, to get rid of Emma. Poor Dominic is going to lose his company and status because of Laura. Smh...
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  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 153 : The Hidden Phone

    Dominic Sterling sat beside his son’s crib. Ethan was asleep. The one-month-old baby lay beneath a soft blue blanket, his tiny fingers curled near his cheek. His breathing was slow and even. Dominic watched him. For the first time since yesterday, the house was completely still. No ringing phones. No police officers. No questions. Just the quiet sound of his son’s breathing. Dominic reached into the crib and carefully adjusted the blanket. Ethan stirred. Dominic’s hand froze. The baby’s face tightened for a moment before relaxing again. Dominic smiled faintly. “You’re okay.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He stayed there for another moment. Ethan had no idea what had happened. He didn’t know his mother hadn’t come home. He didn’t know his father had spent the night at the police station. He didn’t know detectives were still searching for her. He only knew that he was warm. Safe. Asleep. Dominic looked away. The guilt returned

  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 152 : The Missing Piece

    Morning had settled over the city, but the police precinct was already busy. Phones rang behind the front desk. Officers moved through the corridors with files tucked beneath their arms. Detectives spoke in low voices around their desks, some still working through reports from the previous night. Alexander Whitmore sat in the waiting area, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He hadn’t slept much. His thoughts kept circling back to Emma. Every few minutes, his eyes moved toward the glass doors leading into the detectives’ area. Still nothing. No update. He clasped his hands together and forced himself to stay calm. He needed answers. The precinct doors opened. Dominic Sterling walked inside. He looked exhausted. His clothes were still neat, but his face was drawn from a sleepless night. His eyes moved across the room before settling on Alexander. Dominic walked over. They exchanged a brief handshake. “Are you here for Emma?” Alexander nodded.

  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 151 : What He Carries

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  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 150 — The Abandoned Building

    The abandoned building stood at the end of a narrow road, surrounded by overgrown grass and broken concrete. Steve Carter’s car stopped behind the police vehicle already parked near the entrance. Dan Reeves got out first. Steve followed. Neither man spoke. Their attention went immediately to the black cab parked several yards ahead. The driver’s door was open. The engine was off. Steve’s expression tightened. “Where’s the driver?” One of the officers approached. “We haven’t found him.” Steve looked at him. “You haven’t found him?” “No, sir. When we arrived, the cab was empty.” Steve glanced toward the building. “Has anyone gone inside?” “Not yet. We secured the outside first.” “Good.” Steve looked at Dan. “Let’s see the cab.” They walked toward it. Steve stopped beside the open driver’s door and looked inside. Nothing immediately appeared out of place. The meter was still running. A few coins sat beside the gearshift. The driver’s phone wasn’t there. Steve

  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 149 : The First Leads

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  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 148 : The First Hours

    The elevator doors opened. Stephanie stepped out first. Adrian followed. Neither of them had to ask whether something was wrong. They could feel it. The usual rhythm of Blackwood Industries had disappeared. People stood in small groups instead of sitting at their desks. Conversations stopped whenever someone from the executive floor walked past. Phones were in everyone’s hands, but very few people were actually working. Then Adrian saw Maya. She was sitting near reception, her phone clutched tightly between both hands. Her eyes were red. Adrian stopped. He had known Maya for months. He had seen her angry, sarcastic, irritated, amused. He had never seen her cry. “Maya.” She looked up. The moment she saw him, whatever control she had left seemed to disappear. Adrian crossed the distance between them and pulled her into a hug. Maya held onto him. “What happened?” he asked quietly. She tried to answer. Nothing came out. Stephanie stepped closer. “Any information?”

  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 5 : The File

    Morning in the Sterling mansion did not arrive with sunlight. It arrived with silence. Emma woke to stillness so complete it felt curated. The curtains were half drawn, the light filtered into something pale and artificial. The air smelled faintly of Dominic Sterling’s cologne….dark, expensive,

  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 4 : Mine

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  • The Rise From Betrayal   Chapter 2 : After The Fall

    The elevator doors closed. And Emma collapsed. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just slowly ….like something inside her had unplugged. Her back hit the mirrored wall, and she slid down until she was crouched on the polished floor, heels digging into marble, sobs tearing out of her che

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